Friday, August 3, 2012

Never Forgetting Our “Friends”

While scanning the memorials for Sister Mary Mercy the past
few days, I couldn’t resist noticing what was printed on the reverse of the
article from the Parochial Monthly
during that October month way back in 1912. Like the autumn months of life as
we know it now, the pages of most advertisement-driven publications back then also benefited
from the flow of finances from the coffers of candidates across the city and
across the state.

Although Agnes’ full-blooded Irish descendants and devout
Catholics may have objected that it was otherwise, it was interesting to let
history speak for itself with the ad copy for this Republican candidate:

About Me

It is my contention that, after a lifetime, one of the greatest needs people have is to be remembered. They want to know: have I made a difference?
I write because I can't keep for myself the gifts others have entrusted to me. Through what I've already been given--though not forgetting those to whom I must pass this along--from family I receive my heritage; through family I leave a legacy. With family I weave a tapestry. These are my strands.